Good and Faithful

The welcoming of new things and the passing of old can be a sad time. Especially if they are old friends which are passing. A friend who has been there through the hard time of days spent as a timid second grader, or accompanied you to your first days spent away from home in the lonely company of other homesick girls all "enjoying" a slumber party, or through your first days as a confused college freshman. Yes, this is my friend. A faithful one. She has kept me company since my first days in a private school way back when I was a slightly chubby eight year old. She has made it through eleven years of life. A life which included several quarters spent at the community college where I felt like an awkward kid who only fit in because of the similar gear that was loosely slung on my back...my backpack. I have made a very firm decision though, that now is the time to say goodbye to this friend, her zipper doesn't work and the stains wouldn't come out. So after a photo to have something to remember her by and with a firm thank you she made the humiliating trip to the garbage. I'll always remember her with fond thoughts of the past. My good, old, purple backpack.